Jan. 29th, 2004
Don't think I don't see you coming.
You evil. Pink. Love-filled bastard.
I hate you.
Yes, I really do hate you.
Your timing sucks majorly.
And this year is no exception.
You flash me over and over with your stupid pink hearts and paper promises.
You mean nothing to me.
It means nothing because I love nothing.
That hurt you didn't it?
You will not push me down and ambush me with your conversation hearts.
You will not force feed chocolate temptations and dried up rose dreams.
I'm done with you Valentine's Day.
You're nothing to me because I have no love inside to fuel you.
You will pass and I will ignore you.
I'm stronger than you and I have broken the wings in which you fly into my brain and poison me.
Now go.
Crawl back to from wence you came.
You will find no love here.
You evil. Pink. Love-filled bastard.
I hate you.
Yes, I really do hate you.
Your timing sucks majorly.
And this year is no exception.
You flash me over and over with your stupid pink hearts and paper promises.
You mean nothing to me.
It means nothing because I love nothing.
That hurt you didn't it?
You will not push me down and ambush me with your conversation hearts.
You will not force feed chocolate temptations and dried up rose dreams.
I'm done with you Valentine's Day.
You're nothing to me because I have no love inside to fuel you.
You will pass and I will ignore you.
I'm stronger than you and I have broken the wings in which you fly into my brain and poison me.
Now go.
Crawl back to from wence you came.
You will find no love here.